Spectrum

Here we are, where the light

divides

at the point of refraction,

and the full flush of colours

are revealed. There is a point

where the whiteness is

concentrated,

but incrementally becomes

the whole spread of colour,

a peacock flourish.

At this point, one may suppose

potential becomes action.

At this point

the flower unfurls

from the bud’s enclosure.

There is a

distillation

of power in this last moment

before the splitting, like a

magnifying glass frying leaves.

If it were possible

to harness

the full force of this

beautiful fission

I am certain there would be

some esoteric secret revealed

which the bearer would have to

bury

for its incredibility

and grandeur.